Gladiator, Pt I

IT’S SATURDAY AFTERNOON and I am pushing my way through the crowds to get a good seat for the tournament finals where the champion gladiators will meet in a series of fights to the death in the huge arena below. I’m in luck! A front row seat overlooking the middle of the field. The first contest is just about to begin. The crowd gasps and then applauds as two magnificent hunks run into the arena from their cages. They are completely naked except for a narrow band around their waists. A heavy chain fastened to each belt links the two together so that they can get only about three feet apart. As they dash in, first one, then the other gets ahead and tugs on the other, bringing him up short. Each carries a heavy club in his left hand. Now they stand in the middle of the flat field awaiting a signal from the Emperor. The thumbs-up signal is given: GO! In an instant, they are at each other, viciously swinging their clubs and trying to gain an advantage. Suddenly, one lunges forward, his arm swinging and his fist open and ready. An agonizing scream spits the air as his fist finds its target around the other guy’s swinging balls, A high-pitched wail continues as he tightens his fingers around the sweating testicles and begins to twist and squeeze. The other gladiator desperately pounds him with his club as he frantically claws his naked body with his right hand. Slowly he inches down past the trim belly, through the tangles of his damp pubic bush until he, too, slides his grasping finger along the stiffening cock shaft. A quick grab and he is rewarded by the feeling of the other’s giant left ballock in his sweaty grasp. His own agony is momentarily forgotten in the excitement of attacking his opponent’s balls. Now the fight is in earnest! Both handsome studs have their strong fingers around the other’s nuts, squeezing, pulling, twisting. Antonio’s testicles are low hangers, allowing Mark to get his complete grasp around the delicate sac, ballooning his vital male organs to the very bottom of the stretching, glistening bag. They seem in danger of bursting at any second! In desperate retaliation, Tony’s fingers are squeezing tighter and tighter around Mark’s bulging beauties. They drop their clubs and go for the kill. Each is now screaming his lungs out in the agony and terror of feeling his manhood being crushed. The crowd is going wild. This is what they have come to see: The cream of the crop of big-balled, handsome hunks have their gonads ripped off; to savor the exquisite excitement of seeing the poor bastard’s balls become history before their eyes. See the look of utter terror in his eyes as he looks down and feels the skin tear and the cords rupture and witnesses his final emasculation! There are shouts of “Castrate him!” “Rip his nuts off!” In the Imperial Box Nero leans to a companion and whispers, “Bring me the loser’s testicles for my collection. They must be twice the size of normal.” Both contestants are now rolling around on the ground. Neither has relinquished his punishing grasp of the other’s nuts. As he holds the constricted sac in his right hand, Mark swings his left hand in a devastating, smashing blow to the bulging balls. Tony screams like a wounded animal and retaliates with repeated jabs to Mark’s delicate eggs. Sweat glistens on their smooth bodies as they work toward the final confrontation. It is Mark who gets the final advantage as his fingers meet around Tony’s stretched bag. The balls are bulging to their limit, now a bright and shiny red with engorged blood and tight thin scrotal skin barely able to contain them. One last, desperate squeeze and it is all over for Tony. He feels them crush in his fingers, first the left then the right testicle collapses as his manhood is destroyed. A quick, twisting yank and they both come free in his fingers to an accompanying, unearthly scream of agony and loss. The crowd stamps and applauds its approval for the victor. But it is only a temporary victory, for now the winner must face yet another gladiator in the round-robin series. As he leans on the wall panting with exhaustion, he is handed a trident and net. He has only a minute to prepare for his next contest.

In a moment, another gladiator is left loose into the arena, also armed with a trident and net. They square off, eyeing one another, grasping the sharp, three-pointed tridents in their right hands, seeking to find a slight slip-up or off-guard moment of the other. Tony takes the advantage and whirls the fish net at his opponent’s legs trying to trip him, but he misses. While his attention is averted, Claudius makes a quick jab with the trident, sinking one of its sharp barbs deep into Tony’s naked thigh, tearing through the glistening flesh. Both men maneuver desperately trying to find a slight defect in the other’s defense. Suddenly Tony again throws the net at Claudius’ legs. This time, it effectively tangles him and he stumbles and falls to the ground, spread-eagled on his back, his spear thrown aside and his net beneath him and his huge naked sac with its bulging contents of man-nuts flopping loosely on the dirt. “AH!” Tony gloats, “a second victory so soon!” As Claudius looks up in terror, his eyes wide and pleading for mercy. But Tony is out for the kill. He draws his leg back and kicks Claudius squarely in the nuts. The leather thongs on his feet smash into poor Claudius’ genitals, lifting his big balls away from his groin and sending his cock flopping upwards. Before he can even scream, Tony aims another devastating kick to his battered balls, this time smashing his left testicle into oblivion: half his treasured manhood gone! “One more kick to the nuts and he’ll be finished,” Tony laughs to himself as he stands astride over the screaming Claudius. Clausius lies there in agony trying frantically to protect his defenseless balls from their relentless fate. As he looks up between Tony’s spread legs, he sees his magnificent young testicles swinging freely from side to side, bouncing off his muscular thighs, the heavily-veined cock arching out over the defiant balls. With his last ounce of desperate strength, he reaches up and clamps his left fist around the low-hanging ball-sac. With a roar of pain and fright, Tony looks sown at his supposed victim. He sees Claudius’ fingers tighten around the bag, feels his nuts being pulled ever downward until they are bulging obscenely beneath the closed fist. He feels white heat radiating from his groin as the terrible, crushing pressure increases. All thoughts of victory and attack are forgotten in a frantic futile attempt to free his testicles from Claudius’ grip. Beads of sweat break out all over his muscular young body. He tries to lower his body to avoid the relentless tug on his balls. He feels the pressure increase on his defenseless gonads, see the terrible stretching of his delicate scrotal bag. His genuinely huge balls now seem twice as big enclosed in Claudius’ fist. Claudius smiles in sweet revenge He is about to nut him! Tony knows now that it is all over; there will never be any “little Tonys!” It is only a matter of moments until his manhood is taken. Everything seems to happen at once: His right testicle yields to the nut-crushing pressure as it is ruptured to mush. The delicate cords and sperm tubes holding his balls to his scotch snap one by one; the skin of his sac rips like tissue paper and the balls rip free from his tortured groin. In spite of himself, one last gigantic orgasm sends spurts of cum gushing from the throbbing prick-head—the last sperm Tony will ever produce! And then a scream of agony bursts from his gaping mouth as he stares down at his empty crotch. Claudius has won!